Into the Lion's Den...

Oh ladies!

SFS has a big night planned.  Tonight, I go into the lion's den...

You may remember a few months back after that awful date with Three Ups/Three Downs guy, I learned about pick-up artists, the Seduction Community, and The Game.  I eagerly devoured The Game and worried (along with members of the Brain Trust) that it made me a cynic.  Around the time that I read The Game, I emailed the author about this blog and asked for advice on how to find and date guys who aren't intimidated by successful women.

Well, it's a few months later, I'd forgotten all about that little message in a bottle I threw out to the cyber-ocean. 

Until now.

I got a message back, and it involves meeting the author and some drinks.

Post your questions ladies--I'll bring them to the Wizard.

Now...if only I could figure out what to wear when meeting a pick-up artist/amazing writer...

A Challenge for My Readers: Palliative Care

A week or so ago, I was having morning coffee with the Brain Trust at our usual meeting place.  We hadn't caught up in a bit and as I attempted to bring them up to speed on the latest happenings in my dating life, I realized that there weren't any happenings to report.  So it's been a bit of a dry spell.  But, this is quite different from active surveillance in which there is still a willingness to engage.

My dating life is currently on the palliative care service.  Comfort measures only.

Perhaps the best way to describe the new status is this.  It's Saturday night.  After a brilliant day of skiing, it is 10pm, I am in bed, in my pajamas, no make-up, eating Valentine's chocolates from my sister, and catching up on chick flicks and Gary Schteyngart.  Oh yes, and blogging.  There have been a couple Saturday nights like this recently.  Okay, okay.  Maybe more than a few.

I'd like to think of it as hibernating during the winter; however, I just haven't been in the mood to put myself out there recently.  I went to a singles mixer/book reading on Thursday, but frankly, I really went more for the book reading and pinot noir than for meeting new guys.  Lately, the mixers/bars/clubs/etc have felt like the same thing over and over.  A job interview or parade of peacocks.

I'd rather meet someone in a more natural environment than in a contrived setting.  And I'd much rather spend precious free time with friends or on my own doing something I actually enjoy, instead of chat up another stranger.  Plus, all other aspects of life are fun and interesting currently (work, friends, family, skiing), so why complicate that?

So ladies (and gentlemen), I offer this challenge to you.  I need your help to revive my lifeless, listless dating life.  Comment or message me with your creative ideas.  I'll try each one out and write a post about it.

Ready...go.

(Thanks to Thor of the Brain Trust for coining the new terminology.)

The Cruelest Month

In his epic poem, The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot wrote, "April is the cruelest month."  I have a bone to pick with Mr. Eliot.  In actuality, I think February is the cruelest month.  For some reason, every February, I get the worst case of cabin fever.  I get sick of my winter wardrobe, I want to go out but it's too damn cold, I just literally get sick with headcolds.  Like I am now.  Ugh!  The winter feels interminable, and it seems that spring is never going to arrive.

Additionally, there is that holiday I have a love/hate relationship with--Valentine's Day.  One the one hand, I love those chalky conversation hearts and other assorted candies, but despise the sordidness of pink.  I love the concept of celebrating love of all types, but despise the amount of cheesiness that goes with the expression of it.  It's truly schizophrenic.

Maybe the reason that I'm especially feeling the cruelty of February is a recent spate of great dates (yay!), that led to nothing (boo!).

I recently mentioned Alumni Guy--the financial gentlemen I met at an alumni holiday mixer.  Over the course of six weeks, we went on three excellent dates and did a lot of emailing and texting.  The conversation flowed, we had similar taste in nearly everything including sensibilities about life.  Seemed promising.  But I always thought it was weird that between dates, I would go a week without hearing from him.  Not to mention, we never seemed to be able to go out on a weekend.  I understand we're both busy professionals--and I would love your thoughts on this--but if he was really interested, he would have made some time, right?

I asked him to join me, the Brain Trust, and assorted significant others to dinner one Friday night.  It took him two days to respond "no" to the invite, but there was no rebuttal (i.e. let's go out next weekend). After that I gave up.  I guess he just wasn't that into me.

After a long drought, and many very bad dates over the past few months, it was a bummer that things didn't progress with someone that I actually liked.

So, back to battling cabin fever.  Luckily, the saving grace of the cruelest month is that it's only 28 days long...er...short.  And then it will be spring--with its warmth and possibilities.